My story is much too sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I'm out on a quiet spree Fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face
I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you?
Some, they may go for cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically, too Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see You standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to see You obviously do not adore me
I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick of you
I get a kick though it's clear to see You obviously do not adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick You gave me your word I get a kick out of you Get my kicks out of you